An email that you should NEVER have to send to your guitar teacher

1. It has come to my attention (via my husband as I walked in the door from my lesson) that a certain button on my shirt was not fastened this evening. Let’s just say it was a very important button that should ALWAYS STAY FASTENED. Anyway, I’m a little mortified and want to apologize to you and possibly the nice student from Nebraska for accidentally flashing either of you. Of course, this had to be the one night I stuck around and blathered about football to both of you. (I vividly remember my hands on my hips, which after careful review in my mirror was not an appropriate stance, given the state of my button.) Awesome.

2. If for some reason I didn’t flash you or the Nebraska boy, you are more than welcome to forget that you read #1.

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I am so very sorry that I am laughing to the point of tears. I really hope that I’m laughing WITH you.

As a teen, I was in one of those damn team-building circles one evening, where we were all supposed to share our most embarrassing moment. I don’t recall which tale I told, because it was trumped by the later realization that my particular body position, sprawled out on my stomach and leaning up on my elbows while “sharing,” gave the people opposite me in the circle a perfect view down my shirt.

Sigh.

You are definitely laughing WITH me, as D and I have not stopped laughing since last night. :)

After having Charlie I spent a day shopping downtown and realized for the better portion of my shopping trip half of my nursing tank was not properly fastened and of course I was wearing a very sheer shirt. One of my shining moments indeed.

The response to this is going to be awesome. Will he a. deny he saw anything, even if he totally did or b. never stop giving you shit about how you can’t keep your shirt on in his presence? Tune in next week to find out! (And there I went making an unintentional pun. Wee! Also: I need more coffee.)

I am STILL horrified about a similar incident when I was 17 years old and at dinner with my best friend’s family. Her VERY HOT older brother, Joe, (17 year old Rhiannon VERY MUCH wanted to make out with Joe) anyway, I felt a breeze and noticed that my dress was unbuttoned at a very important stop.

Maybe he liked it, but considering I pretty much was still wearing a training bra at 17 (SAD!), I’m guessing he didn’t.

Bumbling

October 13, 2008 at 11:07 am

Seeing as how you noted in the above comments that he is no longer married, just think of it this way. “I. MADE. HIS. DAY!”
A little charity goes a long way- you are assured speedy passage through the pearly gates someday.

AHHHHH!! De-ja vu…This TOTALLY happened to me during one of my job interviews. Which I actually GOT…and didn’t know said situation had occurred until I’d been there for over a year and the guys finally felt comfortable to share the details of that “risque” interview with me. Totally embarrassing. Maybe they didn’t notice ;)

Based on your actions during our last class I have decided to implement a “no shirt, no pants, no strings attached” policy here in class (get it? that’s a pun there at the end; because it’s guitar class. Strings. Although, were this the actual policy I suppose that would mean our instruments would be unstrung, leaving us shirtless, pantless, and with nothing to occupy our time for an hour. Which, on second thought, is awesome. Please disregard tangent and return to the policy). Unless I hear from you in the next little while that your BLINDINGLY CLEAR MESSAGE TO ME about perhaps wishing to just strip down and strum (that is another pun; get it? because it’s guitar class and we strum, and also we might be naked?) was not your intended message but was instead perhaps just a wardrobe malfunc….

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